Sakura, sakura, always I am waiting for the next person
No different from a dead person
Sakura, sakura, a snowstorm of flowers
From blazing, burnt up skin, white flowers
Basking, I am those seven cherry trees in the night
Sakura, sakura, the sky of the third month
Sakura, sakura, a snowstorm of flowers

Sakura, sakura, always I am waiting for the next person
No different from a dead person
Sakura, sakura, a snowstorm of flowers
Hold me, held tight, following the dreams of a twenty-year-old
In the misty moonlit night, seven cherry trees in the night
Sakura, sakura, look out over the limits
Sakura, sakura, a snowstorm of flowers
Sakura, sakura, farewell to you
Sakura, sakura, a snowstorm of flowers